Kate leaned over and looked at the speedometer. They were going at the rate of thirty miles an hour.
"P-poor Carolina!" said Kate, mockingly. "How old-fashioned we both are!"
Noel laughed and slowed up a little more.
"There, is that better?" he asked, with the toleration a man shows when he is fond of a woman.
"Yes, now I can tell the trees from the telegraph-poles. A m-moment ago I thought the r-road was fenced."
"What is Carolina up to these days? I haven't seen her for over a fortnight," said St. Quentin.
Kate reluctantly admired him for being so honest about it. Most men would have tried to come at it from around the corner. Nevertheless, she wanted to carry out her original purpose.
"She goes to the hospital every day."
"The hospital? What for?"
"Oh, haven't you heard? Then I have some news for you."